Summer: Fake Dating the Bad Boy

1: The start of something new

Charlotte P.O.V

It's the start of something new It feels so right to be here with you -

I turn over quickly to shut off my alarm, which goes off at 6:00 am in the morning. Yes the song is from High School musical because it is a bop.

I know. I'm sorry but this is what it has come too.

All my friends are gone for the summer, Delilah is out volunteering at the children's camp with her church, Bailey is out with her parents on vacation in the Bahamas, and Adeline is staying with her dad for the summer.

Like, excuse me? What did I do to deserve this?

Anyway, moving on with my life.

Since I am going to be home alone most of the summer because my parents are personal trainers for Meghan Trainor-

I'm sorry that sounded funnier in my head

- But they are indeed personal trainers. They work all over the place because they learnt that if they do things for a cheaper price than they get more money.

Listen, I'm no accountant or mathematician, so I don't really know how accurate that is. But either way I get to buy ice cream with their money.

Shoot, I have to get to school soon. I run downstairs and make myself some toast with jam. I have to change my shirt because the jam fell off and onto my shirt.
Thankfully I didn't get dressed earlier so I was able to just change one time. I put my plate in the sink and washed the stickiness off my hands before I went back upstairs to my room to change.

I ended up changing into a pair of high waisted denim shorts and tucking my shirt into the sides. I am feeling really happy about my outfit choices. I then grab my knock-off brand of air force. I was about to leave the door when I stop and looked at my hair.

It is currently in what should be a messy bun except me being me, I don't sleep still so most of it came out. I look at the time before I put my hair into its classic pigtails. Or as some people call it Double Ponytails or that could just be me.

I feel like I have somewhere to be -

Oh right!!

I then grab my bag off the floor and grab my car keys before going to my car. It's nothing special but it gets me where I need to go. It is a Honda Civic. My mom got really cheap from some guy.

Or it could be the fact that the guy was desperate to get it out of his hands because his child (who wasn't really a child) was being irresponsible. Though I doubt that's the case because- I have no other reason to back up that statement.

Any who, the radio suddenly starts playing Dua Lipa and the next thing you know I am screaming the lyrics at the top of my lungs.

ALL NIGHT YOUR MY STARLIGHT

...

I'll spare you and your ears. Don't worry.

COME ON DANCE WITH ME I'M LEVITATING

Okay I'm done. I promise.